Jury Narrative

I walked down the middle isle, acting scared. I felt the cold metal on my wrist but i wasn't worried. Not even the tight grip of the burly police officers could shake me. They were missing something, the hard evidence. There was no murder weapon, no witnesses, no fingerprints, nothing of mine. In fact i wouldn't of been there if it wasn't for my past of crime. The trial started, and they brought up evidence, where I lived, the half right motive, my past crimes, but they didn't have solid evidence. I watched my defendant stand up and point this out, along with my simple alibi and how my past shouldn't affect the decision of the jury. The jury took longer than i thought to decide, which worried me a little, but the final verdict was not